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CHAPTER 51

Author: Flasky
last update publish date: 2026-03-17 21:27:08

Eliza's POV

One year later.

I stood on the balcony of our home—not a safe house, not a temporary shelter, but home—and watched the sun rise over Los Angeles.

The city glittered below, waking slowly, full of lives and dreams and stories I'd never know. Somewhere out there, people were starting their ordinary days. Coffee shops were opening. Traffic was building. The world was turning.

And here, in this small corner of it, I was happy.

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